Rexalien

My people were renowned in the earliest tales as explorers. The world was an ever-expanding nexus of discoveries, waiting to be mapped and chronicled. Many challenged themselves to document every inch geographically - others sought riches. But they all shared one common trait: their thirst for recognition. Primitive civilisations, untouched by mankind, were uncovered within these broad searches. Many lacked intelligence, governed by sheer instinct; others were more advanced. Among the most advanced and intelligent races to roam the planet, were the raverthians. Wolfen in descent, these bipedal creatures were capable of speech, and similar t

Standing in a dense, lush forest on a cobbled bridge... the waning sun flowed in through cracks in the foliage - a wondrous golden glow. Beneath lay a sprawling river, parting the trees for eternity. As I stepped forward, I tripped on the uneven footing, inevitably plummeting into the river. The water was vehement - emotionally charged - I barely had the energy to battle its rapid current. It was perilous; I was terrified. In it were Slaughterfish, from the Elder Scrolls Universe. Razor-sharp teeth adorned their ravenous mouths, ready to tear flesh from bone; travelling in schools of two or three. They were flowing down the river. Searchi

Stinging tears reach my eyes, but cannot abscond their glassy prison. Hoping to assuage the whirling mental detriments assailing me from all angles, I stare longingly at the dim light flowing from a familiar source of nighttime sanctuary. Though it is a disguised dagger, coated in the finest, undetectable poison; designed to penetrate the mind. Through it one can find temporary solace; a reprieve that leads to an unfortunate reliance. It is your weapon. It is your saviour. Abandoning it, is to abandon hope. And when your hope treads a dilapidated path over an eroding mountain, it requires stability. But when the very thing providing stability